The moon was full, and resembled a pale blue ball. The wind was slowly dying down, and time seem to stand still. I walked through a garden of roses. Taking in the beautiful scene; Dozens of red roses. Their sickening sweet scent filled the air. Leading my farther into the garden. Even through I never have been there before. I seemed to know which path to follow and where I was post to go as through it was my destiny too. I came to a dead end. The smell became so awful that I wanted to turn back, but my legs wouldn't move. I looked at the roses again, and then something caught my eye, there was a black rose. It stood out, and seem to want me to pick it. in my head there was a voice scream" no donít'. it'll be your end" , but my body was going toward the rose and I couldn't stop like I was an puppet on a string being moved by a invisible puppet master or force. I started to sweat, and my heart seem to speed up with every step. I was now inches from the black rose. I picked it ,and smelled it's rich aroma. It had a bitter sweet smell. Suddenly I felt a sharp-pain going through my arm. I looked down and saw that I wasn't in a garden, but in my bedroom. I n my hand, a blood covered knife replaced the beautiful black rose. Blood was pouring out of my wrists. My heart beat slowed as my breath became shallow. Then the coldness came. I was cold, so deadly cold. I curled up into a ball in a puddle of my own blood that was pouring from my wrists. My eyelids became heavy as I was heading into a deep sleep. I had a smile on my face through... I was thinking about a far away garden filled with red roses.